Catering with Love

Renee'

"Three Sisters Catering" my sister Jennifer said, her face beaming as she raised her glass of champagne.  May it be a smashing success.  "And make us happy," my twin, Suzanne, added as our glasses came together with a tink.  "Allow us to share our gifts with others," I said, my eyes tearing up as I looked at the happy faces of my two favorite people in the world. 

"Salude," we chimed, then tipped the pretty flutes back.  I sighed as the chilled bubbly liquid trailed down my throat.  Champagne taste happy, like celebration, and drinking it I just knew we'd made the right choice in opening our own business.  Even if our Aunt Cathy told us we were nuts, or the guy who ran the restaurant on the corner glared at us everytime we wwalked by ... I felt it in my gut.

I'd always dreamed of not only cooking and baking for a living, but also of doing it my own way, in my own buisness.  It just so happened thaat my sisters were my best friends who just so happened to share the same dream of being their own bosses.

"Grandma would be so proud," Jennifer said, her smile dimming a bit at the memory of our grandma.  "She'd have said, forget the champagne, this calls for tequila," Suzanne added softly, causing Jennifer and I to laugh.  Rather than respond, I raised my glass in memory of our Grandma, and took a sip.

We'd taken the death of our Grandma very hard.  She's always been our rock, and our sounding board and champion.  We'd talked to various doctors and speicalists, but in the end the best we could do was be there and make her comfortable.

This is for you, Grandma. I swear, I'll do everything in my power to make this buisness work, and I'll take care of my sisters just like you'd wanted me to.

The chimes in the window made a beautiful melody, even though the windows were closed, and I knew it was our Grandma acknowledging my promise.

"I can't believe we get to move into our new building tomorrow and actually get started," Suzanne said excitedly.  After months of planning and paperwork, it was hard to believe that our dream was finally coming to fruition.  "We're going to be crazy busy for the next few months, so I say we enjoy a nice dinner, then get some rest," I said practically, my mind already plotting out all the things I wanted to do in the kitchen.

"That sounds good, Renee' but first we need to make a little pit stop."

"What for?" Suzanne asked Jennifer.

"Tequila, of course," our blonde-haired sister replied, and I went from daydreaming about stocking my new pantry to hoping I didn't wake up on my first day as a business owner with a massive hangover.